She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 692

Melanie's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"I know you don't believe me, but woman to woman, I just don't want to see you get in too deep."

Elara sounded completely sincere, even letting out a heavy sigh for dramatic effect.

Melanie frowned.

She genuinely had no idea what angle Elara was playing at.

"I've said my piece. Do whatever you want with it," Elara continued. "But if you can avoid partnering with Stellaris, you should. Otherwise... you won't even see the knife in your back until it's too late."

Dropping that cryptic bombshell, Elara stood up.

Melanie didn't try to stop her, nor did she ask her to stay.

She simply watched in silence as the woman walked out of the bar and disappeared into the night.

Outside.

The sleek, black Rolls-Royce Phantom was already idling by the curb.

Elara climbed into the back seat.

As the heavy door clicked shut, a triumphant smirk touched her lips.

She figured...

That was more than enough for tonight.

She had planted the seed of doubt in Melanie's mind.

Slowly but surely, she would erode Melanie's trust in Stellaris PharmaTech.

And once that distrust reached its breaking point, Elara would find the perfect moment to rip Preston's mask off right in front of her.

When that happened, Melanie and Preston would tear each other apart.

Elara grinned wildly, biting down on her thumbnail in anticipation.

The suffocating despair of ultimate betrayal...

She couldn't wait for Melanie to choke on it.

Long after the Rolls-Royce Phantom had vanished down the street, Melanie ordered another drink at the bar.

This time, it wasn't alcohol. It was a Rainbow Mocktail.

She nursed the sweet drink in silence, her brow furrowed in deep thought.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a call from Preston.

"Honey, it's getting late. Are you really going to leave me all alone in this big, empty bed?"

Bathed in the streetlights, Melanie leaned casually against his car, one arm draped over the open window. She looked effortlessly stunning, like a high-fashion model posing for a shoot.

Preston could tell she'd had a fair bit to drink. Her cheeks were flushed with a radiant glow, and her eyes shimmered like starlight reflecting on water.

Her hazy, half-drunk gaze was ridiculously seductive. She was intoxicating, radiating a captivating energy that practically pulled him in.

He felt the heat pooling in his veins.

His heartbeat kicked up a notch.

"No discount needed. Your ride is on the house."

Staring into his intense, deep-set eyes, Melanie flashed a gorgeous grin and reached out to playfully tap the tip of his nose.

"Actually, you should be paying me. It's an honor to chauffeur a stunning beauty like me around..."

"It really is."

Preston stepped out of the car and smoothly pulled the door open for her.

"After you, gorgeous."

He hadn't opened the passenger door, but the rear one.

Her red lips curved into a wider smile. She knew he'd do exactly that.